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        The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids pump
    Blessed are those who erupt when we turm up
    Right now we corrupt
    Cons the shades we don in the neon night
    We're gonna feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
    I gotta feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
    I gotta cool capability to toast and ill
    Yo my daddy told me, "Hey son you must act chill"
    Alien rough
    My galaxy is tough
    Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we bring and swing
    Men from Mars aint ever gonna hang
    With dope Buddha's come to the stage we are attackin
    Space assassin naked live and never slackin
    Come a day on the way enter on S.A.
    Amplified form another world far away
    I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside
    Here's the thang that I bring and I promise to come live

    While the masses passes upon there fucking asses
    And if you don't see get glasses
    That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb
    The motherfucker is not scrub I said the man is the kind
    With the one that I call Brine Shrimp
    We nover ever do skimp I limp on a stage in a huff
    Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt cone
    Then I'm stonded watch out
    Smoke the weed that come from Northern California
    Don't do no cocaine that come from Columbia
    That the thing that mash up your nature
    Mash up your body and mash up your culture
    Take a tip from the the flipped script of Daddy Freddy
    I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
    With dexterity and goes on and on and on
    And turn out the dope shit like the one that's called
    Pawn Shop Press yes it's on what's up
    P-Nut change it up
    One time from your mind watch out
     
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